Touch Poem by Yarely Trujeque Palma

Touch



The touch of fire against my skin burns
The touch of sharp razor blades against my skin cuts
The touch you have come to make to my heart breaks
Now I ask myself
'Why go through the pain when you can just stay away? '

Thursday, August 18, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: fire
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